once again I am suffering though a terrible period. I am sure my doctors will just tell me its fine and if I lost weight it would be better. This constant reminder that my uterus hates me and is trying to crawl out my belly button and strangle me with fellopian tubes is more than irratating… especially since I think it is trying to convince my stomach to side with it. I hurt, I ache. Vitamin I only helps so much. And I am tired. Tired of doctors not listening to me. Tired of being tired. Itired of being under seige. Walk it off they say. Its not so bad they say. 3 days every 27, I wake up and puke. That cant be normal.
Archive for July, 2009
It was raining sideways this morning on the way to work. I was actually glad and not selfconcious wearing a huge red poncho.
Did I tell you about my worlds shortest date?
I arrived. He looked me up/down and wrinkled his nose. I left.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
ok along witht everything else going on this week, my car got towed.
Ok, I am super broke. I had a terrible weekend whos highlight was a 30 mintue breakfast in Times Square … 8 hours of driving for that. Did I mention super broke?
Oh speaking of broke… Chris broke his arm. At work.
Ugh. Just when I thought things where turning up… oh and Wednesday, nothing but badness at a staff meeting.
me: dude, hope she doesnt get her hopes up on match
No stabbing. No Mugging. No barf on me. But Baby getting tattoo. Saw Wrestler Penis. Saw Fight. Almost Punched someone.
People seem to have a bad opinion of Brockton. Its really not that bad.
I came home from visiting the suburbs and my house smells like brownies, and is filled with bouncy balls. Most importantly, my paper is as done as its going to get until Sunday. Things could be much worse. : )
doing paper. bleeding from crotch. being kinda emo. Braces tightened. Still living in cloud city. ugh. Never trust lando.
